"In your hands..."

Fingers lightly grazing underneath my jaw.
iI feel the blood rush to my cheeks,
composing a light shade of red, growing brighter.
Your warm hands lightly holding my face nearer to yours
with lips parted, i feel your light sweet breath against them.
Gazing eyes that looked into mine, 
I see my own reflection, love struck as it seems..
I find my hands, once clutching onto your shirt, that is now wrinkled,
slowly weakening it's grip.
Raiging them closer to your face, your beautiful face that I so adore, 
one that i now see with new eyes and see the man I know 
that loves me. 
And as time passes with each grain of sand, 
we draw closer, 
sinking into eachothers embrace. 

The End

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